Thursday, February 5, 2015

"Treasure the Person"



You never lose by loving...
You always lose by holding back.
(Barbara de Angelis)

This is a true story that begins in High School.
10th Grade:  As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to me.  She was my so-called 'best friend.'  I stared at her long, silky hair and wished...she was mine.  But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed on the day before.  I handed them to her.  She said, “Thanks” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 
I want to tell her.  I want her to know
that I don't want to be just 'friends'.
I love her...but I'm just too shy and I don't know why.
11th Grade:  The phone rang.  On the other end, it was her.  She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her 'love' had broke her heart.  She asked to come over because she didn't want to be alone.  So I agreed.  As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine.  After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie and three bags of chips, she decided to go home.  She looked at me, said, “Thanks,” and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her.  I want her to know
that I don't want to be just 'friends'.
I love her...but I'm just too shy and I don't know why.
Senior Year:  One fine day she walked to my locker.  “My date is sick,” she said, “he's not gonna go;  well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had bad dates, we would go together just as 'best friends'.” So we did.  That night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. I stared at her.  She smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes.  Then she said, “I had the best time ever, thanks!” and gave me a kiss on the cheek. 
I want to tell her.  I want her to know
that I don't want to be just 'friends'.
I love her...but I'm just too shy and I don't know why.

Graduation:  A day passed, then a week, then a  month.  Before I could blink, it was Graduation Day.  I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma.  I wanted her to be mine...but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone before me went  home, she came to me in her smock and hat...and cried as I hugged her.  Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said, “You're my 'best friend', thanks,” and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
I want to tell her.  I want her to know
that I don't want to be just 'friends'.
I love her but I'm just too shy and I don't know why.

Marriage:  Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married now...and drive off to her new life, married to another man.  I wanted her to be mine...but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it.  But before she drove away, she came to me and said, “Thanks,” and kissed me on the cheek.
I want her to know that I don't want to be just 'friends'.
I love her...but I'm just too shy and I don't know why.

Death:  Years passed.  I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend.' 
At the service they read a diary entry she'd written in her high school years.  This is what it read:
“I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that...
and I know it.  I want to tell him; I want him to know
that I don't want to be just 'friends'. 
I love him, but I'm just too shy and I don't know why.
I wish he would tell me he loved me!
...I wish I did too...”

I thought to myself...and I cried. Time doesn't wait.
If you think you might have found the right one...
treasure the person...don't let that person get away. 
Don't let fear hold you back.  Give it a try...else you might regret later.
No one other than ourselves know what can  truly make us happy.
Do yourself a favour...tell her/him you love them.
They won't be there...forever! 

Untiring Love
(This is a true story that happened in Japan)

In order to renovate the house, someone in Japan tears open the wall. Usually, Japanese houses have a hollow space between the wooden walls.  When tearing down the walls, the worker found there was a  lizard stuck there because a nail from outside hammered into one of his feet.  He sees this, feels pity and at the same time curious...as when he checked the nail, it was nailed 10 years ago when the house was first built.  What happened?  The lizard has survived in such a position for 10 years!  In a dark wall partition for 10 years without moving!  It is impossible and mind-boggling! Then he wondered how the lizard survived for 10 years without moving a single step...since its foot was nailed!

So he stopped his work and observed the lizard...what it has been doing...and what and how it has been eating.  Later, not knowing from where it came, appears another lizard  with food in its mouth. 
Ahh!  He was stunned and touched deeply.
For the lizard that was stuck by nail...
another lizard has been feeding it for the past 10 years.

Such love!  Such beautiful love!  Such love happened even with this tiny creature. 
What can love do?  It can do wonders!  Love can do miracles!

Imagine?  It  has been doing that untiringly for 10 long years...without giving up  hope on its partner.  Imagine what a small creature can do, that a creature blessed with a brilliant mind can't.

I was touched when I heard this story and started wondering about relationships between family members...friends...lovers, etc. As information and communication technology advances, our access to information becomes faster and faster.  But the distance between human beings...is it getting closer as well?

"Never abandon your loved ones.
Treasure the one who loves you!"
It's not easy to find a person who loves you!

Merle Baird-Kerr...written January 8, 2015
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2 comments:

  1. MEG WRITES: "Loved both stories. It is so true...we lack courage to tell people we love them...but not the courage to criticize. Strange World!"

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  2. There's far more mileage in life with praise and complements...
    than with ridicule and fault-finding.
    What one says and does is often repeated.
    Thanks for your insight, Meg.

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